secretchamber78
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As the major player of the sport team, I was the one who led the team lose the game. I was already 21 yo so I should take the responsibility. I told my teammates that I should be executed. They thought it would be a pity if I died. My girlfriend said “You had really well-built muscles and figure, don’t try to die okay?” However, after insisting, all of them agreed at last. But they didn’t have the courage to kill their friend. The end was I executed myself. In other words, I had to face a chance of suicide.
A several teammates waited outside the room in which I would die. The self-execution took almost 20 minutes. After the suicide, my body was carried out of the room and placed on a movable bed, then to the processing room. The first step done was to remove my wears. Due to the pain caused by the execution process, my thick sport socks, underwear and ribbed vest were all wet with sweat. They could also see some cum on my underwear because I kept standing the moment my heartbeat stopped. So obviously my penis was stiff, sticking vertically upward.
After washing my body carefully, a teammate shaved some parts of my body, including my armpits. Then my heart was taken out from my thorax, which would be given as a “souvenir” to my girl friend. Sewing up my pecs, the next step was to cover my body with thin but dense paintcoat in case of corrosion. My muscles could still be seen within the coat. Now, my body was a lean but muscular straight lying “sculpture”. My teammates moved my body into a storage at last.
A several teammates waited outside the room in which I would die. The self-execution took almost 20 minutes. After the suicide, my body was carried out of the room and placed on a movable bed, then to the processing room. The first step done was to remove my wears. Due to the pain caused by the execution process, my thick sport socks, underwear and ribbed vest were all wet with sweat. They could also see some cum on my underwear because I kept standing the moment my heartbeat stopped. So obviously my penis was stiff, sticking vertically upward.
After washing my body carefully, a teammate shaved some parts of my body, including my armpits. Then my heart was taken out from my thorax, which would be given as a “souvenir” to my girl friend. Sewing up my pecs, the next step was to cover my body with thin but dense paintcoat in case of corrosion. My muscles could still be seen within the coat. Now, my body was a lean but muscular straight lying “sculpture”. My teammates moved my body into a storage at last.
